Best Lowering Poems


Lowering the Union Jack, 1962

Like love ones come to view a parting ship
Before the anchor lifts
And its iron lips prow the salty waves
We journeyed from our busy day and penny pay
And the indifferent utterances to our cause
We came tattlering and joking and tired
Of the conditions simulating the bitter colonial
We wiped the bread crumbs from our mouth
Stood erect with eyes upon a pole
And watch the tricolored form slithered down
Head drooping in the gusty night
And all the while Dura drums rolling softly
Could not budge my steel convictions with fire
I felt alone in the long uproar of crowd
For I think I saw it winked an opulent eye
Before the pole flagless stood silent in naked night.

Lowering the Sails

I ordered my men to drop the anchor
We are staying here tonight
I’m docking my ship by your tears
Will set back to sail when your smile stirs the waves to life again
I see in you the adventures of the richest oceans, the very ones I long to sail the remainder of my life
But it’s hard to navigate through your past and dark memories
You hold the beauty of a young fantasy
Your eyes hold the twinkle of the stars
Yet you fog them like the storm welcoming clouds
How much would it cost you, my heavenly ocean, to smile again?
For that I’ll be willing to sacrifice a quest for the lost treasures of the seven seas
The feminine touch of whisky in the cold nights
And tumble into your arms like an autumn leave
You are a boast of the perfection of the creator
If it so pleases you, make me the mechanic to your flawless body
And I promise to captain you on a maiden voyage to a timeless happiness
For you deserve more than a queen in a ‘live happily ever after’ story
And I am willing to serve you with the care for a royal jewel
Till my breadth fades away.
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Lowering the Petaled Anchor

i am the patriarch in this garden of voices
 generatingratitude
 exposing truths
 lending my 
 wings

 to decorate the splitting sky with our choices
 reflecting within
 unfolding with out
 mending the cry
 with the song
 unity sings

 liquidlight lacerations
 bleed out the illusion

 nothing to fear

 ancestralabaster answers
 amplify the vibrations
 teaching us to rely
 on intuition of visions
 trust the reply
 created by the dancers

 welcome the change
 read the writing swimming in the flames
 inscribed in the grains of our spines
 learning the way to climb
 upon the falling chimes
 sounding the signs
 merging the mines
 threading time
 in our minds

 the beauty of bilocation
 breathing blessings
 saturating souls
 unappreciated
 still dedicated
 spreading coals
 of smiles cleansing
 spirits ending starvation

 come and soar with us 
 beyond the sores of life's struggles 

 listen close
 we are closing the gap

 what can you hear in your reflection???


Lowering of the Bar

Once there was a land where stanadrds were high and milk and honey flowed,
As freely, and as efficiently as if they were water.
Every year the locals took stock of how much they had improved on the 
Year before and raised the bar even further.

Sure they had setbacks but they set the bar high,
Only taking notice of what the rest of the world was doing
When a bar somewhere was set higher,
Then the bar would be raised to the higher level,
Though never was the bar lowered to standards set elsewhere.

Then one day things began to change,
As the land that had disappeared under the radar,
Once more appeared out of the mist 
And caught the attention of a world that was in awe of 
How high they had raised their bar.
And as they flocked to in to see for themselves just how high the bar could go,
They were not shy in turning their awe into praise.

At first shoulders were shrugged and the movement of the bar was unaffected,
Until the flattery that had before arrived as a trickle became a river
And the vanity of the locals rose to match that flow.

From there it was all downhill as the locals for the first time in living memory,
Started resting on their laurels, 
And  the bar began to wobble,
Before falling a notch or two.

Still, there was no need for concern,
After all the bar was set higher than in other lands. 
As those who came from them were quick to point out.
And anyway the locals were now too busy building their own vanity units,
To wonder how low the the bar needed to go,
Before the rest of the world stopped singing their praises and 
Started saying we told you so.
And lost interest in the land of milk and honey,
At the bottom of the world,
Populated by Kiwis who for a while were sitting at the top of the tree, 
With the eagles and who had taught the rest of the world
To soar to new heights.

Oh if you who came to their shores in awe,
Had  only taken note and chosen a different song to sing to the locals, 
How much sweeter could the milk and honey have been, 
With the bar raised high enough to be seen from Mars.

The Lowest Shelf Behind the Exibit

Sandlewood oils weirded the the room
a curtain rubbed with the oils
would be used during the concert to
fill the room with the scents as the
Bassoons of moring played with
the Strings of Night.
The Brass of evening glared as
as the electric band grooved
to make each sound bounce
 and move together.
I heard one guy decribe the sound as
six bassoons tied together
with chello strings with a snare
in the middle, and three gitars
over head, a bass, blues and metal.
with electric drums and , the snare,
and kettles.
enough sung.
enough sound.
enough said!
During  the show, she'd open the window
and let the curtains blow in the wind
sending in
the saddlewood oil scent across the room.
She Made interest in my land, we married months
after. Folk had interest in whether I was the father
of the child  that we so dilagently married to make ours.
Eithyer she was to tired of being afraid,
or being mean to make others tire of her. But he loves her,
might someone else be willing to meddle. That those who
make pretend they love him
might want to see them part!

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